Did Christ o’er sinners weep,

And shall our cheeks be dry?

Let floods of penitential grief

Burst forth from every eye.



The Son of God in tears,

Angels with wonder see!

Be thou astonish’d, O my soul,

He shed those tears for thee.



He wept that we might weep;

Each sin demands a tear;

In heaven alone no sin is found,

And there’s no weeping there.

All things are ready,” Come,

Come to the supper spread;

Come rich and poor, come old and young,

Come, and be richly fed.

All things are ready,” Come,

The invitation’s given,

Through him who now in glory sits

At God’s right hand in heaven.

All things are ready,” Come,

The door is open wide;

Oh feast upon the love of God,

For Christ, his Son, has died.

Oh that I could for ever sit

With Mary at the Master’s feet;

Be this my happy choice:

My only care, delight, and bliss,

My joy, my heaven on earth, be this,

To hear the Bridegroom’s voice.

God only knows the love of God:

Oh that it now were shed abroad

In this poor stony heart:

For love I sigh, for love I pine:

This only portion, Lord be mine,

Be mine this better part.

To wash the hands or bow the knee

While all is foul within,

Is but a base hypocrisy,

And addeth sin to sin.

Lord, search my heart and try my ways

And make my soul sincere;

Then shall I stand before thy face,

And find acceptance there.

Is there a thing beneath the sun

That strives with thee my heart to share?

Ah, tear it thence, and reign alone,

The Lord of every motion there!

Then shall my heart from earth be free,

When it hath found repose in thee.



Each moment draw from earth away

My heart, that lowly waits thy call;

Speak to my inmost soul, and say,

“I am thy Love, thy God, thy All!”

To feel thy power, to hear thy voice,

To taste thy love, be all my choice.

Lord, teach our sympathising breasts

That sacred joy to know,

Which lies in sharing others’ joys,

And cheering others’ woe.

To homes of want, and beds of pain,

We cheerfully repair;

And with the gift thy hand bestows,

Relieve the mourner’s care.

The widow’s heart shall sing for joy,

The orphan’s tongue shall sing;

And thus to thee our loving Lord,

We will new glory bring.

He comes with sudden stroke to smite

The busy sons of men;

He cometh as a thief at night,

But no man knoweth when.

Watch, therefore, since you cannot tell

Th’ appointed hour nor day;

Watch, that he find you girded well,

Watch, ye, I say, and pray.

Ask not for self a crown,

Let all ambition die;

Remember how thy Lord came down

And laid his glories by.



Drink thou with him the cup,

With him the baptism share;

Be this thy truest lifting up

Like to thy Lord to fare.

Jesus! Master! hear my cry;

Save me, heal me with a word;

Fainting at thy feet I lie;

Thou my whispered plaint hast heard.



Jesus! Master! mercy show;

Thou art passing near my soul;

Thou my inward grief dost know,

Thou alone canst make me whole.



Jesus! Master! as of yore

Thou didst bid the blind man see,

Light upon my spirit pour;

Jesus! Master! heal thou me.